Flora had come from one of the Scandinavian countries, Finland. She had married a West German man, had had a child who was by now an adult somewhere in Spain, had divorced.

She had enjoyed the nice life of western Europe, whereas Elmar Schmitt had more difficulties than ever. His farm was in a secluded area in the hills, he could not afford to repair the tractor, and horses did not exist any more, not since the equine virus epidemic. Whereas Flora was regularly paid as a secretary, he was facing bankruptcy. How to plough these fields?

He had seen Flora once, in a club. She was bored, in need of male companionship, complaining about the country she was now a guest of, boasting of how much she had spent yet again, for shopping – and this in front of a farmer who did not now how to continue.

Elmar invited her, to see the animals. She was his last hope. He knew that his neighbour, a wealthy man, had acquired two ponygirls, just for leisure. Such a hobby Elmar could never finance.

When Flora naively came finally for a visit, everything was prepared and waiting. Almost as soon as she raised the question of where the animals were, the farmer gathered all his courage, immobilized and restrained her.

“I am so sorry, Flora, but I desperately need a work horse”.

Flora clearly did not share this opinion.

So he stripped her, and applied the whip. Only a few strokes, to help her to learn about the future fate. He pulled her hands back behind her, and secured them with leather straps wrist to elbow. He then attached a hobble chain between her legs, so she could walk, but not run away.

He decided to move her to his barn, and leave her for 24 hours without food and drink.

Flora slowly become cooperative, just for getting a drink. Despite her being in her fifties, she still looked nice. So nice that her new owner decided to fuck her, putting her on her fours. Slowly, as he fucked her, her protests and whining changed into orgasmic shouts... The bitch seemed to be in heat... He sensed that she needed sex, she craved sex, she'd do whatever it took to be fucked.

After he came, he decided it finally a good to time prepare her and to go back to work. So he pierced and ringed her nipples, and attached little bells. He put on her the horse-boots he made her especially for her. And of course, she was fitted with a wonderful matching-blonde butt-tail and proper leather harnessing.

After taking a moment to admire his new animal, he removed her hobble and took her to the field. There, he fastened her to the plough, and made a sign to get her to start moving.

No one could hear her protest, and the whip made her understand that it would be a good idea to obey and to start ploughing. Further applications of the whip soon covered her flanks and thighs. No matter, he thought, she was clearly demonstrating a natural talent as an excellent plow-pony.

Flora, his last hope, would prove to be his salvation. At the end of each day he would present her to good friends who would pay him for the pleasure of fucking her till dawn. Then, in order to earn more of her rutting reward, tomorrow would be another plowing day.